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Grave Rituals

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Finna Get You High (Putrid Stu)fluids

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IWDU - Two girls one chainsaw (Intro)

Strap in, turn the neon up to 11, and blast your pecs into orbit — Duke Blaster: Alien Hunter is the unapologetically over-the-top retro-synth-metal-funk-rock space opera you didn’t know you needed.

This concept album follows intergalactic badass Duke Blaster as he vaporizes his way across the cosmos — flexing through laser fights, heartbreak, zero-gravity workouts, and one painfully awkward alien booty call. It’s like if Streets of Rage, Doom, and Flash Gordon had a lovechild raised on protein powder and VHS tapes.

From "Laser Pecs & Rocket Reps" to the emotional power ballad with lasers "I Left My Ex on Planet Vex", and the grand finale "Credits Roll: Peace Through Overkill", this 11-track journey is drenched in satire, stacked with riffs, and powered by enough synth to melt a wormhole.

So if you like your music loud, neon-drenched, and just barely emotionally stable, welcome aboard.
You’re not just listening… you’re joining the Blasterverse.

💬 “She had eight arms… and still let go.” – Duke Blaster

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Kiss The Girls and Make Them Die

Extreme Conditions Demand Extreme Responses

Walking Corpse

Kill
Killing what the eye can see
Kill
Kill the other side of me
Going down the frightened frame
Same direction but different lane
Trying to reassure my position
No time to hesitate 
I've got no time to waste
Dealing w/ my own contemplations

They viewed us as the parasite
A threat to order
Darkness to light
We were all animals to their eyes
So they caged us up & made us pay the price

They stripped us down of our own pride
They strapped us down & preached us lies
We were accused of committing a crime
There seemed to be no end in sight

They killed all our hopes & dreams
A complete fascist regime
Covered up our screams
& tore us of what we're supposed to be

I saw men who were walking blind 
Who mistook evil w/ a brilliant shine
Did not stop until they were satisfied
Did not show what they had to hide

They raided all our homes
Wherever we went
They would roam
They would never leave us alone
They watched us

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Diary of a Battered Child

Dystopia

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